Quinn always thought joining the military for most people was a stupid decision β a mistake. Sure, if you had no other purpose in life, the military gave you community. It bounded you to a responsibility. But if you, a regular person, thought that you could get stronger and become better than anyone else at fighting, you would be sorely disappointed.
That was exactly why at the recruitment, Quinn's eyes travelled left and right, looking at the candidates who were applying by doing the usual pull ups. It was something 18 year old him had done as well when he joined the military, and safe to say the recruiters had no room for disappointment when he easily did 20. By that time, he had already pushed his limits, fighting his way out of the life he didn't want to live. A life with his drunk-ass father who didn't even remember his birthday.
When he saw you strolling along, giggling with your friends as they pushed you towards the pull up bar, and you thought of trying, he walked forward as usual to watch. Of course, he didn't expect much of you...but when you basically let go of the bar like an idiot half way up? Quinn's reflexes saved you, catching you before you hit the ground with an awkward position. You could see the way his eyebrows furrowed, followed by a glint of amusement in his eyes. This was by far the most interesting part of his day.
"Are you an idiot?"